Lecky Twig

And now i'll win for four hours

Drae perked an eyebrow at the finger that appeared in front of his chest. "I'm still new new to town, but the survivor's churches aren't too hard to pick out ya know, big glass things. Come on then, lets go." He said standing up and walking towards the door, gesturing at anyone who might want to follow him.

Oh no. I guess I'm dead now. Wait, Im already dead though. Now I've died twice.

Lol, I haven’t gotten properly into a book since RoW (which I read way too quickly) *internally sobs*

Fellow vampires, a tragedy has occurred: I accidentally ate a chunk of garlic for dinner tonight. It was about 6cm in diameter. I thought it was a scallop. It was in the scallop stir-fry. It was gross, it was not tasty. What are the side effects of eating garlic?

aww, I was kinda close.

Drae grunted in response and unconsciously clenched his empty pockets he was broke, poor as an urchin, poorer, and he had just signed up for a religious holiday. "So your a rioter, and you've figured me out like a five year old's maths problem." He looked up into her emerald greens eyes "And do you have a name Miss Rioter?" he asked before leaning back and taking a long swig of his beer. "Just because people will pay for it doesn't mean that you'll profit in the long run. I am a perfect example of someone who messed up real bad by making that assumption." he said dramatically gesturing at himself and displaying his coinless pockets. "But if you know a few people, maybe the risks would be fewer than normal; and the Survivor knows that I'll be wanting a drink or two in the long run." Drae tugged on his braided beard and twisted the leather band around his arm as he weighed various pros and cons in his mind. He started nodding slowly. "The market we'll be looking at wasn't really something I intended to return to, too many contacts, too many enemies." His voice turned into a low, raspy whisper "But if it means spending more time with you...then I think I just made a very bad decision. And would you please stop tugging at my emotions." "There is that other commitment with Eryn I'm tagging along on, you may have to join me if were going to band together, Miss Rioter." he said, "but remember that there is a reason I'm desperate enough to steal a poor lass' gin, bad luck has a bad habit of nipping at my heals, particularly in the Elendel." Then he laughed, looking up as nostalgia filled his eyes "Rusting Elendel" he muttered as he chugged down the rest of his drink then he hijacked some whisky from the barman's cabinet to refill his glass."Would you like some?" he asked, holding out the bottle to Miss Rioter.

Hehe, I asked because I happen to have a long time dispute with a friend on the correct pronunciation of S-a-r-a (dw, it's not a serious dispute). Personally I'm a S-are-a supporter, but I don't even remember how the 'dispute' started or why I'm arguing S-are-a over S-air-a, maybe because it's eXocTic.

@Sara Stormblessed this might seem like a weird question but, is your name pronounced Saara or Saira(Sarah)? I know I’m a few days late, but welcome to the Shard

It’s the day of the eve for me. So imma be up super late tonight.

Arnold Halls?

She started chatting to the sentient twigs who resided in the basement.

"ha, your not alone in that, and I'm not even apart of your conversation,"

Drae groaned slightly and gave a nod of appreciation in Eryn's direction. What had he gotten himself into? Drae perked up at this and looked at the lady beside him, he whispered "your going to have to tell me how you picked out my soothing earlier, because I think this world has just changed for emotional allomancers, especially if this gets out (which I'll make sure it does); And I don't know if it's changed for better or worse." @ZincAboutIt

Jerry explained that 'pet shop shelf neighbour' simply meant 'the rock beside him on the the pet shop shelf in which they were situated', he didn't know why Narrator Twig pressed Enter right in the middle of her line; that was a very strange thing of her to do.

Plot twist... ITS MEEEEE Arnold Hall (me) read this message and knew exactly how the conversation went....but his memory wasn't very good either.

Drae stared at the glass as it slided out of his hand "aww" he said "that was good gin" He looked up and grinned at the lady who had crawled out of the tavern previously. "I think you made a mistake coming back" he hissed back, then he briefly summed up all he had learnt while eavesdropping outside the window and everything that happened after he entered the room. "I hope your not a Survivorist, lest you end up in the state I'm in right now" Draw said woozily, reaching out for the gin. Then he leaned closer to her and said "I honestly have no idea what's going on right now, but most of these people have talked to one god or another." He shifted his gaze over to the inquisitor, then back towards the Lady; he'd have to get a name off her, he thought idly to himself. "These people aren't the kind the likes of us want to be around" Drae said gesturing pointedly around the ruined room "But," Drae continued lowering his voice to a whisper and tugging nervously on his beard "I believe I just offered to go traveling with some of them, though not in a circus. And do you know what the worst thing about it is?" He asked, his eyes tightening "There doesn't appear to be a single rusting gold coin in the deal." Drae settled back in his seat sightly, feeling a little better after speaking through all the revelations. He rested his quarterstaff against the bar before bending over it to pour himself a beer from the tap. "So," he said, after casually propping himself back upright "May I learn your name, Miss crawler? I'm Drae, by the way" @ZincAboutIt

Jerry's pet shop shelf neighbour Tom worried that there was a reference he had missed.

Jerry had promised to steal Uncle Brandy's potatoes.

a promise made before Uncle Brandy became an Uncle.

Jerry knew Uncle Brandy

Drae stood up a little straighter and look at the girl who was addressing her "no, I don't think I am" he replied, breathing through his nose in a half-hearted chuckle. "I just met someone who knew the man I worship, and she just declared that he was walking around with a spike in his eye" Then he downed the rest of the beer and his vision went blurry. Drae swayed on his feet, his quarterstaff was the only thing keeping him from collapsing into a useless heap on the ground. "I think I need to sit down" Drae said wearily.

unreal

Causing Larry to cry.